The Little Ginger Blog: Caitlin's conundrum

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Sun shining, birds chirping, ducks splashing, wind beating the house (seriously chill out!). What a time to be alive!

Do you know what I did today?

Today amongst other things (absolutely nothing important or exciting) I vacuumed my lab coat.

Like actually! In the process of vacuuming my room I had the somewhat brilliant idea to try vacuuming my lab coat. So down onto the floor and under the vacuum head it went. It was surprisingly effective…

Why do you ask?

Because the lint build up from the last time I washed it was so horrific that something had to be done. I don’t think I have ever seen such a rainbow of little bits of fluff on any other plain white garment ever. That and the only lint rollers left in the house are the reusable ones that need washing in warm soapy water to regain their stick and are currently so clogged that they no longer collect any lint at all (my fault but I don’t actually trust that they’ll get their stick back anyhow).

And also because it's almost that time of year again.

The time of lab coats, lectures and deadlines that lead to really unhealthy working hours...

That's right, University is almost back!

And as much as I'm looking forward to having a little bit more structure to my weeks and maybe something to fill some of the void-like hours that have recently appeared in my days, I also don't really want to because it's never an easy transition from relaxed holiday mode to busier university lifestyle. It's like a hurricane and at the moment I'm in the eye of the storm.

It's quiet, too quiet. (Apart from, of course, the neighbour's rooster which is in a competition with another neighbour’s rooster on the other side of us and their squealing pigs, which, in all seriousness, is a noise worse than listening to fingernails on a blackboard!)

But maybe the change is good; currently, the biggest excitement in my day consists of almost choking on a really awesome brownie salted caramel slice I made yesterday and watching what felt like way too much YouTube whilst knitting so much that I gave myself a blister. The thrill is unimaginable!

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And there goes my timer, 30 minute of my day, shared freely on my blog because the post I intended to put up is on hold AGAIN.

All because they changed the setting on my favourite photo editor and I can no longer make text bigger than a certain size and that has left me fighting with two other editors, one of which required access through the university that I'm just about to unenroll from. The excitement is real!!

So...

My hope is that your day is filled with far more interesting things than mine. I’d love to hear if you’ve done anything more thrilling than me in the comments below.

Caitlin

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Caitlin's conundrum

Why I could never be a full time crafter

Let's just have a quick little chat, because it's been a while. I have been working on posts very regularly and cleaning up the mess I left in the drafts section last year, but very little has well, been published yet. Also I have a market stall coming up shortly and not enough stock to make me content that I could fill it... And I have another million little things that I have to tweak before I'm calm and confident that it will all run smoothly. Can you tell that I have completely freaked myself out???

Anyhoo, the past few weeks have brought to my attention how unsuited I am for the professional crafting lifestyle.

There was once a time where a part of me wondered why I didn't give more time and maybe effort into turning the hobbies that I loved into something much more. And since it was obvious that I was never going to be a professional dancer with the Australian Ballet or play a match at Wimbledon I turned my thoughts to making my own products.

And what sort of products was I thinking of making? I had no idea.

I guess you could say that I started this year with a goal (amongst many others); to sell at a craft market. I mean why not. I hadn't really thought about all the running around behind the scenes but it looked easy enough. Make some stuff and put in on a table.

So for the last few months, although more honestly it's probably been weeks I've been making (and learning about the thousands of other aspects to being a seller) in an effort to be market ready by this weekend.

It's not easy....

Yesterday I realised where my problem lies. I cannot sit still. Believe me I've tried. The idea of spending an entire day sewing once seemed like a fantastic idea but honestly is just too much to handle. It's not that I get bored, I just need to roam, do a couple of things at once and then put it all down and completely change to doing something else.

So whilst the last few weeks of crafting have been fantastic and I am keener than ever to be making I just need to move away from stock and turn back to having sewing as a hobby. I could just never really be my own crafty boss (although I probably won’t stop trying 🙈).

So I'm going back to sewing now. This has been a nice break,

We should do this more often (hem, hem... NOT my fault in the slightest...)

Caitlin

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Caitlin's conundrum

Why waiting will be the end of me

Ask many of my friends and they will tell you that I’m either dead on time or late (and sometimes quite late, sorry)

This wasn’t always the case though, I used to be extremely early. At school I used to leave home at 6:50am and often get to school by 7:45, why? Because I liked being early.

But slowly I learnt that the perks weren’t that great and by year 12 I was arriving as late as I could without being in line for a detention.

Then when I started university I began being very early again, choosing the earlier train instead of the perfect timed one, just in case…

But see now I know exactly how long it takes to get from the station to most lecture theatres (5 minutes, curse you stairs!) and have also picked the lecturers that start dead on time and those that waffle for the first 5 minutes.

However when it comes to people of, shall we call them ‘authority’ I still think that punctuality is key. Making someone who has taken time to meet with you wait is, in my opinion, poor. (I also live in fear that they will not wait for me either and I’ll be left lost or confused)

So I arrive dead on time, with a few minutes to spare just to find the correct place to wait, so I will always be first, and I patiently wait because I’m early and you have to give people time…

My absolute frustration comes when they aren’t on time. Actually more like when they are not even CLOSE to the pre-arranged time. And yes, traffic can be terrible and we can all have bad days but when a person is left waiting (as I am) for 55 minutes after the arranged time I think that’s poor.

And look maybe it was my fault this time, I forgot to reply to an email to confirm as I thought that it was obvious that I was going to come considering I’d asked for a time to meet. And maybe if I had none of this would have happened.

It still doesn’t make my frustration any less…

So I guess the dilemma actually is how long do you wait?

Caitlin,

the girl still (not patiently) waiting.

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